Eilonwy can get lost in a story as easily as the next person but she stays aware that they're fictional. She has to and this comes more from yet another balancing act- there's a time to almost forget that what you're reading isn't real and a time to focus on the present of your reality. As much as she'd love to fully put up the knowledge of knowing she's reading a story, Eilonwy simply wasn't raised like that. She would sometimes ask questions like 'But what happened to the talking fox after?' or 'What about the next town the bard visited?' only to be gently reminded that it had just been a story. The road back to reality was never blocked off, not even to satisfy her growing curiosity and love of tales. In a way, it's sad, but Eilonwy prides herself on it a bit.

Just because she's aware of a story being a story, Eilonwy still likes heading into them, picturing them, and moving onto the next when it's time. She reads as much as she can, and is open to things that some people would balk at. A story doesn't have to follow logic or rules, and it can just work because it's fictional. That's the fun of it, even if the stories are scary.

As Li Lianhua finishes the story, Eilonwy exhales a breath she wasn't even aware she's been holding and gives a nod. "I'm glad everything worked out." It was a satisfying ending, carried by Li Lianhua's telling and her throwing out ideas that could be worked with. A bit of mental clay formed into something new.

Eilonwy puts her hands together and claps politely. "You're an excellent storyteller! Thank you for sharing it."